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darker_london2008-04-14 08:47 am
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Don't Go!!! (Julian, Joe, Open to Damon)
The Littletons, or at least the ones that lived in Joe's house, were back in Bristol. It was Monday, just before school, when Joe cornered Julian in his room...or near enough. It was really his only chance to speak to Julian alone. And that, he really needed to do. "Jules...I don't want you to do this thing." Julian was going to go out on the street again and try to entrap the drug dealer who had caused his downfall and then tried to kill him. With the full support of the police, of course, but Joe still fucking hated the very idea of it and he could keep silent no longer.
Julian looked up at his father and then he shouldered his school bag. "Dad, can we talk about it after school?" He didn't want to be late, and if he got all involved in a deep conversation with his father, he might not realise he was.
"I'll be freaking out all day..." Joe reached out for Julian's shoulder and he rested his hand there, more for his own comfort than Julian's. "I can't stand the thought of you out there again, and I was trying to be calm about it, but I can't just be calm anymore..."
"Dad..." Julian sighed and he plopped his school bag on the floor again, resigning himself to eating toast on the run. If he did that, then he had time to talk. "I know you're going to hate it and you're probably going to sit in the little police van with your ear to the wire receiver and that's okay. That will make me feel even more protected. I know I'll be safe with you just 500 yards away. And that's how close the cops will be. Paul told me. I'm freaking out about this too, Dad. But I can't leave him out there."
"It isn't your responsibility..." It was a weak argument, but it was better than 'YOU'RE GROUNDED' especially since the last time he'd done that, Julian had just jumped out the window and run away.
Julian raised his eyebrows, unable to believe he'd just heard that from Joe. "Yes it is! If I can do something about him, I'm going to. I'm sure as hell not leaving him out there to try and kill more people. Come on, Dad. What if someone had taken responsibility before and he hadn't been out there to terrorise me? And what if I don't do this and he kills some other man's son. And that man will have to go through all the pain in the world because you didn't want me to go spend a few nights outside. What if it was Dave's son? Hell, what if you were the father? Wouldn't you be pissed if you knew someone could have stopped him and they didn't?"
Joe took a slow breath in, needing the stability after the onslaught of Julian's words. Julian was right though. Absolutely right. And Joe hated that he was. "I'm pretty pissed off that you're the one that has to do this..." Joe admitted, finally.
"But you realise I have to?" Julian asked, looking up at his father questioningly. "Right?"
"Yeah. Yeah, Kiddo, I realise you have to. But, fuck me-" And then Joe stepped forward to wrap his strong arms around Julian's quite slight frame.
"I know. I'm a bit fuck me too. Er..." And then Julian laughed against his father's shoulder. And, after a moment, Joe found he could laugh too. Julian was here, Joe's arms were around him, and he was safe. That all meant Joe could laugh.
Julian looked up at his father and then he shouldered his school bag. "Dad, can we talk about it after school?" He didn't want to be late, and if he got all involved in a deep conversation with his father, he might not realise he was.
"I'll be freaking out all day..." Joe reached out for Julian's shoulder and he rested his hand there, more for his own comfort than Julian's. "I can't stand the thought of you out there again, and I was trying to be calm about it, but I can't just be calm anymore..."
"Dad..." Julian sighed and he plopped his school bag on the floor again, resigning himself to eating toast on the run. If he did that, then he had time to talk. "I know you're going to hate it and you're probably going to sit in the little police van with your ear to the wire receiver and that's okay. That will make me feel even more protected. I know I'll be safe with you just 500 yards away. And that's how close the cops will be. Paul told me. I'm freaking out about this too, Dad. But I can't leave him out there."
"It isn't your responsibility..." It was a weak argument, but it was better than 'YOU'RE GROUNDED' especially since the last time he'd done that, Julian had just jumped out the window and run away.
Julian raised his eyebrows, unable to believe he'd just heard that from Joe. "Yes it is! If I can do something about him, I'm going to. I'm sure as hell not leaving him out there to try and kill more people. Come on, Dad. What if someone had taken responsibility before and he hadn't been out there to terrorise me? And what if I don't do this and he kills some other man's son. And that man will have to go through all the pain in the world because you didn't want me to go spend a few nights outside. What if it was Dave's son? Hell, what if you were the father? Wouldn't you be pissed if you knew someone could have stopped him and they didn't?"
Joe took a slow breath in, needing the stability after the onslaught of Julian's words. Julian was right though. Absolutely right. And Joe hated that he was. "I'm pretty pissed off that you're the one that has to do this..." Joe admitted, finally.
"But you realise I have to?" Julian asked, looking up at his father questioningly. "Right?"
"Yeah. Yeah, Kiddo, I realise you have to. But, fuck me-" And then Joe stepped forward to wrap his strong arms around Julian's quite slight frame.
"I know. I'm a bit fuck me too. Er..." And then Julian laughed against his father's shoulder. And, after a moment, Joe found he could laugh too. Julian was here, Joe's arms were around him, and he was safe. That all meant Joe could laugh.